About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning at Wells Fargo, a delivery driver growled into the microphone, ‘This is my fifth stop today—where’s my sixth horse?’ The teller looked puzzled and asked, ‘Sixth horse? We only deliver documents here.’ The driver scratched his head and replied, ‘Oh, must be that old guy next door who always asks for extra horses in his orders!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another one of their neighborhood pranks.
2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver approached the Wells Fargo door with an unusual sound—a soft humming that seemed to come from inside the vault. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small golden retriever diligently wagging its tail while sitting on top of a pile of coins. ‘Hey buddy,’ said the driver, ‘you’re in the wrong place!’ The dog just wagged harder, as if agreeing it was time for breakfast. Eventually, a regular customer opened the door, scratched his head and asked, ‘Did you leave your best friend here again?’
3. In the dim light of dawn, a little girl whispered to her mother, pointing at the Wells Fargo sign: 'Mama, why does it say “Open All Night” when I saw it closed last night?' The mother smiled and gently replied, ‘Honey, that’s because Wells Fargo is like magic—it opens whenever someone needs it most.’ Just then, an old man shuffled in, saying, “Finally opened!” The little girl giggled, thinking maybe banks were indeed magical.
4. At Wells Fargo, every afternoon around three o’clock, an old man would appear with a small violin case. He’d slip inside the bank and emerge moments later, humming softly. But what no one noticed until one day was the faint scent of fresh-baked cookies that lingered in the air after he left. One day, a delivery driver mentioned smelling something sweet just before the usual time. Curious, everyone started waiting outside the bank. And sure enough—out popped the old man, violin case under his arm, carrying a paper bag. ‘Cookies for everyone!’ he announced cheerfully, handing out warm treats to passersby. The legend grew even more popular, but nobody ever asked him where he got them.